The Billionaire Boss Next Door(79)

His weight feels delicious and decadent on top of me, and his lips are exploring me so thoroughly, it feels like they’re all over, all at once.

“Trent,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer.

He fights it, though, pulling the straps of my dress off my shoulders and sliding it down my body first.

When he comes back, bare chest against my chest, I nearly pass out from the warmth of it.

“Trent,” I call, but he ignores me, kissing my neck with suction just light enough that it won’t leave a mark.

I pant his name again, wanting his lips, wanting his eyes, wanting him inside me so bad it hurts. But he continues to ignore me, and you could say that was the moment that broke the vagina’s patience.

I grab his hair and pull, and he groans, but when I’m done, his eyes are on mine and his attention is avid.

“Stop fucking around and slide your dick inside of me.”

His laugh is raucous as he shakes his head, so I bump him to get his attention again, adding a little slap to his ass for good measure.

“I’m serious.”

“And I’m serious about taking my time,” he challenges.

“Bone me right now,” I order. “Take out your hammer and start nailing some wood.”

“Greer—”

“Do it! Put your P in my V and—”

“Lie back,” he cuts me off to order. And suddenly, Date Trent and Boss Trent have formed some sort of super Dom sex mix, and I’m powerless. I am at his command, a willing and able submissive. “I’m going to eat your pussy first, and I’m going to enjoy it. Don’t even bother trying to talk me out of it.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, and he smirks.

“Is this what it takes to get you to follow orders?”

“Ordering me to accept your sexual pleasure?” I say with a laugh. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“I’ll have to remember that at the office.”

“We don’t have an office,” I scoff.

“We should get one.”

“Less talk, more action, sir.”

He winks, pulls my panties down my legs, and gets right to work.

And holy hell, is he a dedicated worker.

Tongue swirls, sucking kisses, touches, and tickles—he uses it all to work me into a frenzy so hard I’m screaming. I come with his mouth and I come with his cock, and when we’re done, I know without a doubt, it’s the most noise his apartment has ever created.





Trent



I wake up at exactly six a.m. But not for the reason of work or responsibilities.

I wake up because of Greer.

She is here, in my apartment, in my bed, gloriously naked and sleeping peacefully beside me.

Her eyes are closed, her long lashes fan out across her cheeks, and her lips showcase the hint of a smile. And soft, even breaths encourage her breasts to move up and down gently.

Fuck, she’s a glorious sight.

The best thing I’ve seen in…forever. And the thought of popping this heavenly bubble and heading into a day filled with work sounds horrible.

Quietly, I slide out of bed, toss on a pair of boxer briefs, and head into the kitchen to make some coffee.

Normally, this is the part of the day where I go through emails on my phone and sift through what needs to get accomplished for the day. I obsess over what’s been done at the hotel and what still needs to be done and how much time is left to accomplish it all.

But while the coffee brews, I’m lost in thoughts about the sleeping angel in my bed.

I think about her loud, addictive laugh. Her witty sarcasm. The way her beautiful blue eyes look when she’s consumed with pleasure. I even think about the fact that she talked about a fucking hit man with the mayor.

Goddamn, she’s something.

Once a fresh cup of coffee is in my hands, I come to a conclusion—I’m not popping this bubble today.

It might be a weekday and both Greer and I are due into work.

But I’m the fucking boss, and I’ve decided we’re going to act like it’s a goddamn Saturday.

We’re going to stay in my apartment. In my bed. All fucking day. And I’m going to spend hours upon hours savoring the way she feels and tastes and moans.

Yeah. That’s exactly what we’re going to do today.

Without hesitation, I grab my phone off the kitchen counter and update the team via text.



Me: Greer Hudson and I will be working off-site today. Call me if any issues arrive.



The instant I hit send, I feel…relief.

And then, I remember that Greer is in my bed. Beautiful and bare.

It doesn’t take long before I’m setting my coffee on the counter and heading back into my bedroom. I move onto the bed, pull the blankets off Greer’s body, and settle myself between her now-spread legs, and I just look at her.

Fuck, this is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.

Willpower gone, I slide my tongue against her and place one long lick against that perfect pussy of hers.

She stirs a little but doesn’t wake, and I continue on with my important business.

My initial exploration of her with my mouth is lazy and slow and…savory.

But the mere taste of her on my tongue becomes too much to bear.